There are still usefulness.

Zheng Yi arranged the position for the five-digit Sequence 8, told them to start casting the skill signal, put his hand on the top of the old man's skull again, and said:

"Start from you, slightly fat 8."

God is so fat 8!

The doctor with glasses' slightly fat sequence 8 felt like he was gnawed by a sand cockroach, cold and desperate. He suspected that the nickname "Micro Fat 8" might be with him for the rest of his life.

【Exorcist disease】!

Weipeng 8 casts the skill hard.

Zheng Yi frowned and glared at him: Can you maintain your mental power stability?

Given that it was the first time to cooperate, Zheng Yi forgives him for this mistake and starts casting the disease to eliminate the disease himself. As he expected, the skills of the high sequence greatly attracted the skills of the low sequence.

The skill energy of Weipeng 8 is like iron chips attracted by magnets, gathering from the whole body to the brain, and finally uniting around the energy of Sequence 2.

Zheng Yi drove his [Destroy the Disease] and rushed towards the isolated intracranial tumor. The 8 skill of the Slightly Fatty 8 was immediately followed. If Zheng Yi was single yesterday, he would have led an army today.

Although the soldiers of this army are all primitive people holding sticks, fortunately, destruction and ablation of tumors is not a fine job, just swing the sticks and smash them.

Weipeng 8 was a little lost. He didn't know if he felt something was wrong. It seemed that he was not in a state today. He didn't realize that he was casting skills several times. But looking at the white light in his palm, the skills were indeed cast as usual.

"Ma Gan 8." Zheng Yi shouted: "It's your turn."

The 8th side of the thin body type sequence is as dead as dust. Open your hands and start casting skills.

Zheng Yi has hundreds of primitive men who swing hammers under him.

The tumor breaks down and ablates faster.

"Nonsense 8, you." Zheng Yi said.

Nonsense 8 is the guy who was unwilling to cooperate just now. At this moment, he could only bare the bullet and open his hands and cast his skills obediently.

Zheng Yi has more men... How many monkeys?

"Why are yours so delicate!" Zheng Yi said angrily.

A surgeon who doesn't scold a lower-level doctor is not a good doctor.

"Ah? I'm not careful!" Nonsense 8 suspected that Zheng Yi was taking revenge on his own. But he had no other way, so he could only bear it.

Zheng Yi showed no mercy: "The output of mental power is extremely subtle! Don't you practice it in normal times?"

Everyone looked at the nonsense 8, and doctors knew that this Sequence 8 was the worst. A large part of the reason he was able to advance was his ability to run errands for professors.

It seems that this rural doctor is still a bit tricky.

Sequence 6 glanced at Zheng Yi and pushed his glasses.

"Do not go!" Zheng Yi didn't need a few monkeys, and pointed to the one next to him: "Round face 8, come on."

Sequence 8 with a small round face looked solemn, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his palms. The white light in his palm obviously exceeded that of Weipang 8 and Ma Rod 8.

Zheng Yi quickly took over the control of the skill of Xiaolong Face and nodded slightly. The two primitive people in front of him were primitive people who swung sticks, and now this person has finally been upgraded to the Bronze Age and is considered a tribal warrior who knows how to arrange troops.

Zheng Yi adjusted slightly and let these tribal warriors rush forward with his interstellar special forces.

"Xiao 8, come too." Zheng Yi said to the last sequence 8.

Little 8 casts spell timidly.

Zheng Yi shook his head, and there were another bunch of primitive people.

Fortunately, the tumor dissipated faster.

What’s even more gratifying is that Zheng Yi doesn’t need to consume too much of his mental power.

He successfully invented a new routine to reduce blue consumption!

This way of leading the minion army to fight, the consumption speed of [eliminating disease] has dropped from 80ml per second to... almost negligible!

Zheng Yi's mental consumption is probably similar to playing games. Playing games may be even more tiring, after all, he doesn't want to be reported to someone.

"I can't do it anymore!"

Ma Gan 8 suddenly shouted, his face pale, and he leaned back. The two sequences 9 behind him walked up, held him up, and put them on the sofa beside him.

"Mental power is exhausted." Zheng Yi and Sequence 6 said in unison.

Sequence 6 is knowledgeable, and Zheng Yi is used to it.

"The potion is here!"

Sequence 9 on the watch brought a small green bottle, but it was not saturated fluorescent green, and it was obviously much more than No. 8.

This grass green model is 50ml pack and has a purity of No. 4.

Zheng Yi thought this poor child could not afford No. 8, so he saw that Sequence 9 took a cup of water, 300 ml of water, and mixed No. 4 mental recovery agent.

Ma Gan, who was exhausted from mental power, sipped the medicine in small sips, and his face gradually returned to rosy.

——Is this the correct way to take mental recovery agents?

Zheng Yi felt that his worldview had been refreshed.

"Can I make up for the position?" asked the 7th right who had previously reminded Zheng Yi to "pay attention to his demeanor".

Compared to the same labor-like sequence 8, sequence 7 is indeed very graceful.

Zheng Yi nodded: "Pay attention to the stability of mental power output."

Standing at the position of the pole 8 on the right 7, and start casting [Exorcizing Diseases].

Whether it is sequence 7 or 8, even 6, in sequence 2, it seems to be a low-order sequence and very low.

After taking over control, Zheng Yi became a little fond of the right 7. This right 7 skill can be regarded as an array infantry, thick and steady, and has a strong attack power.

"I can't hold on, I'll take the medicine myself." Zheng Yi looked at Wei Pang 8's face and was covered in sweat, reminding him in time.

Weipang 8 glanced at Zheng Yi gratefully, held on for another two seconds, and retreated with a look of grimy face. The nurse beside him had already adjusted the mental recovery potion and handed it to Weipang 8 with both hands.

These nurses, waiters and servants have seen previous treatments: the doctors gave the executive a moment of shit, announced the end of the treatment, and then took the money and left.

Only today, under the control of this doctor who calls himself a "doctor", I finally feel that some extraordinary people are fighting against the disease.

Sequence 6 gave his confidant a wink. Sequence 7, who had previously educated Zheng Yi, silently stood at the position of Slightly Plump 8 and began to cast skills.

Zheng Yi did not express his opinion, and the additional hundreds of infantrymen were better than nothing.

Xiao 8 couldn't hold on soon and quietly retreated.

Round Face 8 lasted the longest, but it was impossible to compare with Sequence 7 and take the medicine.

Just when both digits sequence 7 were a little unsustainable, Zheng Yi announced:

"Okay, the brain tumor has been cleared. After everyone rests, we will clean up the liver tumor."

Sequence 7 felt relieved and sat down on the sofa aside.

Sequence 6 concealed his surprise, coughed dryly, and said:
Chapter completed!